Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 14

*Sarah’s POV*

I sighed. Nate just brought up the topic of Zayn. Apparently now him and Perrie are done. So now, soon most likely, I will be forced to be seen with him in public. I looked over at Keaton. His mouth was open and some of his pizza was visible.

“So you agreed to go out with me, fully knowing that you would have to marry someone? Very soon?” He asked me.

“Sweetie. I thought you would know me better. I have no intention of being faithful. What’s the fun in all of this without a little affair?” I winked at Keaton. “You said you were a bad boy, now it’s time to prove it.”

Keaton let out a chuckle. “You're my kind of girl. I could see this working.”

All of a sudden I remembered Nate. “You’re fine with this right?” I don’t see a problem with it though. I was asking if he was okay with in more like a brotherly way verus I care about how he feels about this.

Nate threw his hands up in the air. “Damn girl, I’m perfectly fine with it. I just fuck you.” All three of us burst out laughing. It was true though. Nate and I had no chemistry. We fuck. Plain and simple.

“So, you own a huge farm full of weed?” Nate asked Keaton.

“Basically. We grow a portion of it for ‘medical marijuana’ so they can’t completely shut the place down. Two thirds of it is for druggies though.” He explained. “My brothers and I thought it was a smart move.”

Nate looked over at me and nudged my arm. “We should that.” He said in all seriousness. I nodded. It was a smart idea and maybe, just maybe, it would get the cops off my back for a little while. I don’t really remember a time when they weren’t onto me. Oh right. Before Niall left me. Niall.

I felt a twinge of pain. As much as I want to admit it, Niall was my first love. And you never truly stop hurting from your first broken heart. I was completely over him. In fact next time I see him or any of those pretty boys from One Direction, I will personally smash their heads together and sacrifice them to Satan.

Too much? Fine, I’ll just beat them up a little bit. But to any of the little fan girls, that's too much too. But honey, welcome to the real world. This is what happens when you fuck with a gang member.

I quickly shake the thoughts from my head. Nate was staring at me, so I think he just asked me a question. “What?” I asked him, and I felt quite foolish asking. If this boy made me feel stupid this early on, I wonder what else he could make me feel later on.

“Do you wanna go out? Like on a date?” He asked me. I quickly shook my head yes. I was beyond ecstatic. Keaton is like my dream boy. He’s just like me, except that he’s a dude.

Nate awkwardly coughed and cleared his throat. “i’m just going to leave you two to it, alright?” He stood up and threw about $10 on the table and walked out. I knew Nate well enough to know he’s not mad or jealous; he just doesn’t really trust Keaton yet. But then again, he didn’t have those hours behind bars to get to know him.

“What are we going to do now?” I asked him. He gave me the ‘just a second’ sign and whistled our waitress over. He just handed her the money and got up. My eyes shifted to the waitress. She wasn’t interested in him. I guess tattoos and piercings turned her off. (In case you were having trouble picturing Keaton, there is a picture on the side)

But for me, they turned me on. I don’t even know why. And don’t say it’s because I have them, I got them because I thought they looked hot. Maybe it’s the fact that they are so committed to a design that they etch it into their skin forever and let needles drive it into them.  

I followed Keaton out of the booth. He acted like a gentleman for a second and opened the door for me, while yelling at some kids to move the fuck out of the way. Well sorta gentlemanly.

Keaton then proceeded to link his arm with mine. I was kinda shocked at his behavior, because he hasn’t shown the softer side to himself before. And I’m not sure if I like it. He told me he was a badass, and I signed up for a badass. Not a wuss.

I slowly removed my arm from his. I then stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and started at him. He turned around and stared at me.

“What the hell are you doing Sarah?” He hissed at me. I just started into his eyes.

“I didn’t sign up for a wussy gentleman. Do I look like the type of girl who wants a gentleman? And if you say yes, I will walk over there and bitch slap you so hard you won’t even notice if the sky turned green.” I sassed him

“Calm your ass down girl. I was just trying to be nice” He told me and I almost felt stupid. And they key word here is almost. I never ever feel stupid.

I walked up close to his face and whispered, “Then show me you aren’t one.” Keaton flashed me a wicked grin and then pulled me down the street. Normally, I would worry about where I was going. But today, right now, I decided to just go with the flow.

I laughed and shreaked as Keaton pulled me through all sorts of things. We pushed past a few angry businessmen, knocked over a hot dog stand, jumped over a medium sized dog, and Keaton grabbed a purse for me of some street vender as we passed.

We stopped when we reached a park. Bent over, we tried to regain our breaths. “That,” I breathed heavily, “Was the most fun I have had in months! And I mean real, honest to goodness fun.” I reached up and pecked his cheek. “Thank you.”

He smiled at me. “Do you think I’m a badass now? I sure hope you do, because I stole a purse for you.” I nodded, laughing. It was a very pretty purse too, like a purpley red. I could totally wear this to a party...

That gave me an idea. “Hey Keaton come here...” And then I whispered something in his ear I just can’t repeat. ;)

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I quickly finished pinning my hair up. It was in a half up, half down do. I paired that with a simple black dress, white pumps, and a large white necklace. My lips were nude and I was wearing a glammed smokey eye.

I slipped out of my room and thanked some God that none of my friends were home. Otherwise, they would ask why I was dressed so modest. And i personally don’t like how I look, but this party I’m going to requires a black suit dress code.

As I headed to the kitchen, I heard a knock on the door. “Come in, it’s unlocked!”

“Where are you?” I heard Keaton yell.

“Kitchen!” I replied, while stuffing my face with some leftover chinese food. This shit was the bomb.

As keaton approached I heard him whistle through his teeth. “Damn girl, I might have to fuck you once we get back. Who could imagine a rebel like yourself could dress so nicely. And look hot while doing so too.”

I put the food down on the counter and turned around. Keaton looked nice too. And I’m not going to launch into a hair by hair detail about how he looked. He looks how most guys look while wearing a suit.

Keaton then bowed and popped his arm out. “M’lady,” He said deeply. I just rolled my eyes and linked my arm through his.

As we stepped outside, I saw a white limo waiting for us. I gasped, no one has ever spent this much money on me, other than to bail me out of jail or get me drugs. It was very nice. Keaton and I walked down the stairs ignoring the fact that they creaked underneath us.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for us. Keaton got in first and slid across the back of the car. I stepped in after him. The limo was beautiful. There was a divider between us and the driver. A small TV sat in the corner. And there was a mini fridge across from Keaton.

He handed me a glass of champagne. I took a sip and smirked. “Let’s go crash a party.”

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I actually kinda like this chapter

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